“Horse-Protestant be damned,” Maurice chuckled, “I am as Irish as the rest of you, but I don’t get to blame someone whenever things don’t go my way.”

“Someone remind me why I didn’t want to be an accountant when I grew up,” Brock drawled.Niko chuckled. “Because accountants don’t get to make things go boom.”

“I don’t know where I am going, but I am on my way.”

“I am an idealist. I don’t know where I’m going, but I’m on my way.”

“You will call me,” he said. “For the rest of your life, you will call me. I don’t give a shit whether or not you’re in the mood. I don’t care if your cause is useless or if I am too late or if you can fix the whole damn problem by yourself or if you just get scared. You will call me, Grace. You will call me.”

“Simi. Return to me. (Acheron)'Return to me, Simi.’ Don’t go frying the goddess. Don’t go frying Thanatos. I am not a yo-yo, akri. I am a Simi. I hate it when you get me all excited about going to kill something and then tell me no. I don’t like that. It boring. You don’t ever let me have any fun anymore. (Simi)”